I never could dance like Fred Austere.
I hate everyone who suspects my hair.
As Rupe says in headlines NOW IT CAN BE TOLD:
I’m not only senile, I’m ever so old.
But miracle pills “Doc" Elon prescribed
can keep me viral, and what's more alive.
(Since meeting Elon I now comprehend
all that I missed lacking African friends.)
Everything presently's going to plan,
Forever young, I'm Dylan or Pete or Pan!
With my Niagara Falls of Viagra,
America, I am so gonna shag ya.
Random rhymes from my pen poured
a scribbling scrawl unbid
Sometimes in a Buddhist mood
it seems something I did
in some past life a foreign land
in this vast folderol
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
Without me would there have been
a youth revolt at all
Without me would there have been
and Mary, Peter, Paul
I wrote the words I called the tune
primed status quo to fall
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
Money flowed and praise bestowed
genius that I am
Lyrics that at most could boast
a whiff of past-date Spam
Smoking weed you thought my screed
made sense I recall
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
With peace at hand I formed a band
a merry minstrelsy
and wrote of love and what's above
and broken memory
It was lame but money came
They play me at The Mall
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
The times have changed and changed
again to back where they began
What can then this portend
for dying Dylan fans
Is there crap deep perhaps
beneath my great cash haul
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled you all
I'm told schnooks have written books
probed my life for facts
What's next jazz some razz-ma-tazz
Perhaps learn the sax
Leave the scene to Bruce Springsteen
like Fidel did to Raul
Looking back I have to say
I really fooled us all